Once upon a time there was a girl named Princess Geneva. Her parents ruled the kingdom of Iceland. Princess Geneva was once a very nice and understanding person, now she's just a stuck up brat.
She decided to take a trip to Ireland to discuss economic issues.
When arriving to the king's castle she saw a poor village boy who looked like he needed help. Something in her heart made her ask him to stay in the castle with her during her stay. They hung out for her entire stay there. She got to know him for who he is, not his money or wealth.
On her last day there the boy asked her to marry him, but she refused. It wasn't because of her own selfish values but she thought about what her kingdom would think of a princess marrying a peasant. The boy was heartbroken. He truly thought she had moved past her stuck up way of life.
Geneva went back home and went on with her life. The boy never forgot her. He constantly thought about how he cannot be with her. He was finally done with suffering
He ended up hanging himself. The peasant boy was tired of everyone judging him for the life he was born into. He cannot change his value.